Chapter 241 The Passion of Tony Stark
"Hey!"

Gwen looked at MJ with dissatisfaction.

I'm still here!

"She's Spider-Woman."

Peter Parker in this world awkwardly explained to MJ: "They are both Spider-Man, maybe they can help us."

"Harry is Spider-Man too, we all know what he went through."

MJ said to her husband in dissatisfaction: "The so-called Spider-Man only brings misfortune."

Gwen raised her hand, interrupting the conversation.

"I think Peter and I can help you, although we are here for another purpose."

MJ looked at Gwen, his face full of suspicion, "How can I help?"

"I'm not your Gwen Stacy, but I am Gwen Stacy. He's not your Peter Parker, but he is Peter Parker."

Gwen said, pointing at Peter.

"If you could tell me what you know, maybe we could help, maybe."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe Peter and I can bring her back."

MJ crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Gwen, "Why?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

"Why do you want to help us? I know it's not because you are kind-hearted."

Peter in this world, seeing his wife's tense attitude, couldn't help but come out to stop her, "Please, Mary Jane, don't ask."

Gwen took a deep breath and looked at MJ. "You're right. Peter and I are going to help you, not because we are kind-hearted, but because I need you to help me find the little rascal. We help each other, so please, we can work together."

MJ listened to Gwen and didn't say anything for a long time.

Then she turned her gaze to Peter, who had remained silent.

Since Peter came in, he has been leaning against the table with his hands in his pockets and hasn't said a word.

But the way he stood there gave MJ a feeling that he couldn't be ignored.

Peter also felt MJ's inquiring gaze towards him.

He raised his eyes and looked at MJ.

MJ's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

It was a look different from the one she gave her husband Peter Parker, and it contained a look like that of a wild beast.

It gives people a deadly but attractive feeling.

"OK."

MJ stopped thinking about it and turned his attention back to Gwen.

"We can work together, and I will tell you what we know, but in the early stages you must do what I say."

"of course."

Gwen put her fingers to her brow in a Boy Scout salute.

MJ put his hand to his forehead, "Please, don't do that in front of me."

Gwen pulled her fingers back awkwardly, "Sorry."

She felt it.

The MJ in front of him didn't seem to like himself very much.

But she never uttered a word of disapproval toward Peter.

It seems that the MJ in my own world doesn’t like me very much either.

Gwen thought wildly in her mind.

MJ quickly went to prepare dinner, leaving Gwen, Peter and this world's Peter in the room.

"Feel sorry."

Peter apologized to the two of them. "MJ has never gotten over this incident. She has never been able to accept it, so she lost her composure after seeing you."

"It's ok."

Peter didn't think anything of it.

"Everyone feels lost after everything they've been through."

He expressed his understanding.

At least the other party didn't kick them out.

It is estimated that MJ in the parallel world has this kind of menopausal temper after marriage, coupled with the timid temper of the nerdy Peter Parker, Peter expressed his understanding.

After dinner.

The two walked out of MJ and Peter Parker's house.

"Peter."

Gwen suddenly stopped and stared at him blankly.

"What's wrong? Gwen."

"Have you heard of an experiment?"

"what?"

Peter turned around and faced Gwen.

"There was an experiment where lab rats and monkeys were given the illusion of choice and they generally survived in good health, even though their only choices were a mild electric shock or a severe electric shock," Gwen said.

Her eyes became a little dim.

"But at least they can feel the difference in the outcome, so they are happy and live a more fulfilling life, compared to mice and monkeys who are not given a choice and are simply subjected to continuous electric shocks."

"They become increasingly agitated, they may chew through the fur on their hands and feet, and eventually die from cancer or heart disease."

Gwen felt a wave of sadness coming over her.

"I felt like a little mouse and a monkey. I couldn't control anything."

Gwen said with red eyes: "I feel like a ghost here. I make them think of the past. This is perhaps a worse world than the one where Gwen never appeared."

Gwen thought about how she accidentally saw Peter from this world just now and secretly hid in the kitchen wiping her tears.

"Fate is even crueler to them."

Peter listened to Gwen quietly.

He walked over and gently pulled Gwen into his arms.

"You don't need to take all the responsibility on yourself, Gwen. It will only cause you to accumulate more pain."

He understood Gwen's feelings.

After all, Gwen has always been such a sentimental person.

Gently stroking Gwen's blonde hair, Peter raised his eyes.

His eyes turned toward the city skyline in the distance.

The city shrouded in darkness appeared foggy.

"I want to save her, Peter."

Gwen suddenly raised her head and looked at Peter with red eyes.

"I want to save the Gwen Stacy of this world."

Peter nodded, not arguing with Gwen's idea.

"I'm taking you somewhere, Gwen."

Although Gwen was a little confused about where Peter was taking her, she didn't ask any more questions and just said "yeah" obediently.

After half an hour.

The two came to a place far away from the city.

There are many pine trees planted around, and the branches of the big trees extend above the road, forming a natural corridor.

After the two of them crossed the path, the view in front of them suddenly became clear.

Gwen looked at a tombstone in front of her in surprise.

This is a cemetery that no one has visited for a long time. The name "Harry Osborn" is written on the tombstone.

On the altar in front of the tombstone, there was a flower that had dried up a lot.

and a pumpkin bomb shell with a smiley face painted on it.

Peter gently placed the white rose in his hand in front of the tombstone.

Gwen was a little shocked at first when she saw Harry's grave.

She stared at the epitaph.

"He is a son loved by his father and a good man missed by his friends. He will never be confused and will only move forward." Only then did Gwen understand why Peter bought white roses for her.

She took a deep breath and gently placed the white rose in her hand on Harry's grave.

Although the Harry who is buried here is not the Harry from his own world, he, like himself, chose to become Spider-Man.

And he sacrificed himself for this choice.

"Perhaps the Harry in this world feels the happiest in his life."

Peter said to Gwen: "He chose the life he wanted. Gwen, once you choose this path, you have no choice but to move forward or die."

"I know, Peter."

Gwen looked away from Harry's tombstone and said, "Thank you for comforting me. I'm always so immature."

After calming down, Gwen asked Peter, "How do you know this place, Peter?"

She was a little surprised how Peter knew about Harry's grave in this world.

"I asked Mary Jane."

After Peter put down all the white roses, he said to Gwen, "Let's go, we have to go back to our own world."

Earth 65.

late at night.

Peter and Gwen had just returned to Mali, Africa, on the other side of the world.

Tony Stark opened his eyes and saw a cloudy sky.

Consciousness gradually returned to the body, and lost sanity also began to return.

My head was buzzing as if it had been hit hard by something.

Tony Stark tried hard to recall his previous experiences, but found that it was like a mess and he couldn't remember it at all.

He stood up and looked around blankly.

The desolate, corrupt and old city is like a huge garbage dump.

The rotten and foul smell almost made him want to vomit.

This is an alley filled with garbage and debris.

Hiding in the corners of the city, quietly waiting for corruption to die, everything looks extremely unbearable.

"who am I?"

He muttered to himself.

"I'm Tony Stark. Yes, I'm Tony Stark, the smartest man in the world and the president of Stark Group."

Tony's hair was disheveled and he looked disheveled.

He knocked his head hard, trying to make himself remember more things.

But soon the scenery before his eyes changed.

The garbage and the alley disappeared, and what appeared before him was a secret room.

He was tied to a chair in a secret room, a hood over his head, and his vision was completely dark.

Tony, Stark opened his mouth and yelled for help, "Is there anyone? Please, please, help me!"

The next second, the hood of him tied to the chair was pulled off, revealing a bloody face.

Standing opposite him was a young man wearing glasses.

Tony Stark seemed to have seen him.

"you are?"

The man with glasses put his hands behind his back and quietly leaned his head close to his ear, "Have you forgotten me so quickly, Mr. Stark?"

Tony stared at the other man's face and quickly remembered who he was.

Six months ago, I held a "Stark World" technology expo in San Francisco.

At that time, he announced at the exhibition that a "new alloy" had been developed in his laboratory in Brazil.

This alloy, which he named "SKIN", was used in a newly manufactured glider, and he also planned to use this glider to complete a zero-energy round-the-world flight.

At that time, he was introducing his great invention to the audience, and this guy jumped out to cause trouble and disrupted his press conference.

"Are you the reporter?"

The man with glasses showed a sad but serious expression, "It's been six months, Mr. Stark. I didn't expect you would still remember me."

Tony asked him, "What do you want to do?"

The reporter seemed very satisfied with Tony Stark's reaction. He laughed creepily and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm not a bad person. I'm Garbo Yinsen. You should remember this name."

"Why did you kidnap me? Do you want to kill me?"

Tony, Stark asked him through gritted teeth.

Garbo Yinsen touched Tony's cheek as if she was chatting with an old friend, and then touched his shoulder, letting him support her body.

"What? No, no, no, no, I won't kill you, at least not yet. I just want to show you the ugly things you did. I'm not a bad person like you."

Garbo Yinsen licked his lips and added, "You invented some new alloy in Brazil, but you destroyed the place where we live. You must know that, right?"

As if afraid that Tony Stark would not remember, he took out a photo and handed it to him. It was a photo of a helpless child watching his home being destroyed.

"No"

There was pain in Tony Stark's tone.

"You destroyed countless people's homes. You bulldozed the rainforest and drove those people out of their homes. You destroyed my home. I want to know why you did it."

Tony Stark lowered his head. "I don't know. This is not my intention."

"Yes, that's what you think. Do you think that turning a blind eye to the havoc you've caused won't make you seem less hateful?"

Jiabao Yinsen sneered and said to him, "You don't care who your buyer is, right? As long as your shareholders can make a profit, you can sell your conscience for it."

Tony Stark was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"Also, those terrorists bought your single-shot particle cannons and air cushion platforms. They used them to form siege tanks and wantonly trampled on my country. My country is on the verge of collapse because of these machines of yours, but - no one cares about these!"

“No one in the West cares!”

Tony Stark covered his face, "This is not what I meant."

"No! That's you! A hypocritical and sanctimonious egoist!"

Garbo Yinsen grabbed his hair and made him look at her.

At the same time, he picked up the photo with his other hand and looked at the contents of the photo carefully.

"Do you really think so? This has nothing to do with you, you are unaware of it, you are innocent?"

Garbo Yinsen enjoyed Tony Stark's collapse, but his expression seemed to have a hint of pity, "No, this is the sin you committed! Even if you escape the punishment of the law, you cannot escape the judgment of hell. I am hell!"

As he spoke, he produced a crowbar from his sleeve like a magic trick, squatted slightly, leaned forward, and made golf-playing movements.

"I'll let you have a taste of being humiliated."

Using the crowbar as a golf club, he aimed in a certain direction and said to Tony Stark, "So are you ready to go to hell?"

"Tom!"

Garbo Yinsen suddenly swung the crowbar at Tony Stark's chest, knocking him and his chair backwards.

Suddenly!

Tony, Stark opened his eyes.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He couldn't open his eyes because of the glaring light above his head.

A conversation between two people could be heard faintly nearby.

"He's fine, his condition has stabilized."

"Very good, things are developing in the direction we expected. Tony Stark is of great use to us. He is more valuable alive than dead."

Tony exhaled, feeling pain all over his body.

Was I dreaming just now?

Was it a dream that Jiabao Yinsen kidnapped me?!
Tony suddenly remembered.

The journalist, Garbo Yinsen, has passed away.

He passed away in a car accident a few weeks ago.

Why did I dream about him?
Is it because of that damn guilt?

As he was thinking, a female voice came into his ears.

"Mr. Stark, you finally woke up. We thought we had lost you."

"who are you?"

(End of this chapter)